Shelter

I got a small gift this morning when I woke up that I wanted to share with you...


There is a place I long to go when sorrows overtake me
Where worried men from high and low do meet and find the same
And in that place my need for worldly gain no longer shapes me
When loving arms surround me, I am sheltered in That name.

No circumstance, nor substance can replace this gentle peace
No longing or unknowing can unsure my faith in Thee

And in that place my need for worldly gain no longer shapes me
When loving arms surround me I am sheltered in That name.